Day: Mar 14, 2020

Find me messing with some sharp objects during the eclipse,

Find me licking the knife and then biting your lips

With my bleeding mouth wide open, trickling red serum…

You know that I’m a lost cause, but you want to fix it –

That’s my theorem.

Watch me dancing with nocturnal animals, throwing rhinestones,

Watch it burn down as I laugh because the fire cannot damage bones.

You know the only thing you can trust in me is that I’m going to change,

And when it happens, I will take your heart with me to crush it –

It’s strange, I’m the end of you but also your sage.

Hear me explaining the arrival of distant memories and other diseases,

Hear my lies spilling down your collar, minus eleven degrees

Is OK for you to handle.

Something makes me believe you would catch me if you could

For a brief moment quit being the king of the hill and realize –

I’m really no good.